From Demon Hunter to Lord of the Empire

Chapter 0125 The Demon Hunter of the White Orchard!

Mirva wiped the chair twice, drew Rann’s speechless gaze, and then motioned, smiling and signaling his Lord Count to take a seat.

Lane said helplessly: “Didn’t I say, I didn’t raise you as a maid.” ”

Milva justified, “But I’m the only woman on the team, who else can do this kind of thing, House?” ”

Levine whispered on the side: “He takes care of Lord Count, maybe he is really more thoughtful than you.” ”

At this time, House returned after ordering wine and food from the table with the hostess. Everyone noticed his face, and the oldest attendant had been worried for several days, and now he had a look of desire to speak in front of his oath master.

Lane said angrily: “You are not suitable for this expression, you can say whatever you want.” ”

House scratched his head, and after a moment of silence, he finally confided the question that had bothered him for a long time:

“Lord Count, we have all been in the borders of Tymoria for so long, why hasn’t their king sent someone to contact us?”

In the imagination of the courtiers, the Earl of Lannister, with such a large army of cavalry, should have been received by the local lord and received by the king not long after entering the country, and then ate and drank all the way.

This is why the old butler Ens agreed not to add maids and servants to the team, feeling that the group could be properly and dignified outside.

As a result, Lan and his party met a lot of lords along the way, and everyone was still polite, and reluctantly gave the count the treatment he deserved.

But the king’s side did not move, and not even a messenger was sent to deliver a message.

“I’m still wondering when you’ll ask me.” Lane said, “It’s simple, because he doesn’t want to see me. ”

At this time, Levine Brot, the grandson of the mayor of Blochlon, came up, and he also joined the team and was brought out by Rann to meet the world, which is regarded as Rann’s new attendant.

“Why?” House was indignant, “Even if I don’t want to see you, then at least send an envoy to pick us up, it’s too rude!” ”

Faced with House’s anger, Lane smiled nonchalantly.

In fact, for the attitude of King Temoria, Lan also expected in his heart, but originally he thought about whether there would be any difference in this time and space, but he did not expect to actually encounter the same attitude.

The king of Tymoria was called Fertes. Ren remembers that in the original book, Verteste’s attitude towards Sintra was very bad.

Perhaps because Tymoria was too close to Sintra, in the original he repeatedly argued that Ciri was dead and that Sintra was a borderless country, and proposed to use Sintra’s last armed forces as cannon fodder to consume Nifgaard’s living forces.

As for Forteist’s disregard for Sintra, other northern kings pointed out that he was secretly searching for Ciri, hoping to seduce the little princess to marry him in order to control Sintra.

Here I have to sigh that these kings really have nothing new.

Although Furteste naturally denied this accusation, no one knew what he really thought.

Rann had thought that the situation in Sintra was not completely rotten now, and Vertest might think differently, but now it seems that this is not the case.

“Lord Count, what should we do next, are we going to deliver a message to King Fourth?”

House still knows basic court etiquette, and also understands Rann’s mind, knowing that in this diplomatic situation, even if he is not angry in his heart, he must restrain his emotions and take care of the face of both sides. Especially now that Sintra is still on the weak side.

“Since he doesn’t want to see us, it’s useless to hand over the post.”

Lane said. But then he thought about it, after all, he is on the territory of others, and the master can be regarded as not seeing his line, but he can’t help but say hello to others.

“Forget it, let’s send it over. Wait two days and leave for the day, Tymoria is just passing through anyway, and our focus is on Rydania. ”

Levin suddenly suggested, “Isn’t Ms. Triss a royal advisor here?” Can I ask her for help? ”

Lane shook his head: “Triss is not in Temoria now. ”

Rann and his attendants were discussing, and the tavern lady was approaching with a tray full of Vijma beer, diligently and carefully planning to serve the unannoying guests at the table.

Mirva took the tray first, preventing the hostess from approaching, and then the girl smiled and placed the fullest glass of beer in front of Lan.

She didn’t master the force when she put down the cup, and the beer in the glass spilled a lot, almost wetting Lan’s hand.

House and Levin sat there, about to thank Mirva, who was distributing the drinks, when she saw that she then took another glass to herself, and then pushed the tray forward. There is clearly no interest in distributing it to the rest.

The two male attendants silently took the wine themselves, drank it silently, and then dispelled the embarrassment with an exclamation: “Vijima beer really has to be drunk in Temoria, the taste is different…”

“Lady, is there anything interesting about the White Orchard recently?” Draining his glass of beer in one gulp, Levin began to inquire about the news.

Mrs. Elsa looked at the Sintra soldiers who were covered with the words “not easy to mess with”, and thought about the wine and food that so many of them might consume, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face:

“If there’s a real big thing lately, it’s Nifgaard…”

Saying this, she glanced at the lion marks on Lan and the three attendants, and said: “But I think a few masters want to hear good stories from the countryside – something interesting has really happened recently.”

The ‘Demon Hunter’ wants to come to the well-informed old men to know, although this kind of person does not appear much now, but recently there is a white orchard here…”

Hearing this, everyone put down the wine glasses in their hands, and Lan also showed an interested look, and began to recall what the demon hunters who might appear in the White Orchard during this time period.

Rann was about to continue inquiring, but saw several of his own cavalry in the hotel get up and form a simple human wall to protect several of his own people behind him.

On the other side of the hotel, several dwarves who were only as tall as normal people’s waists were walking towards this side.

House frowned, “Dwarf, what do you want?” ”

After all, it was in someone else’s territory, and House still somewhat converged his attitude.

One of the dwarf leaders with a mohican hairstyle and dark brown beard, tugged at the leader of the other group, as if trying to suppress his voice, but the voice could not be reduced:

“Yalpan, I said it all, this is a noble lord, can this stupid pig with a saddle talk to?”

“Look ahead, Dorva, you stubborn sledgehammer!” The pulled dwarf seemed to have drunk too much and was shouting, “Those eyes… It’s a little different, but I won’t admit it! You always don’t believe the demon hunter stories I tell you, saying that I am a boastful clown, and today I will let you have a good look! ”

The dwarf had a longer black beard, but his hair was rounded and he looked fierce.

When he first entered the house, Rann noticed that the members of these subhuman races, the current situation in the northern kingdom was not as severe as it was in the future, and the squirrel party formed by Nifgaard had not completely detonated the contradiction between humans and non-human races in the north.

Although it can be seen that humans and these dwarves do not like to communicate much, they have not yet reached the point of constant saber rattling in the future.

The group of dwarves faintly split into two groups, because Lane could tell that they had two leaders, and even these two leaders Len knew.

Since these “acquaintances” now take the initiative to come forward and make friends, he has no intention of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

“Let our dwarf friends come over.” Rann beckoned the cavalry back to their positions, and at the same time greeted the hostess, “Give each of the dwarf friends another glass of wine.” ”

The dwarves immediately smiled, and the attendants, hearing the count’s order, brought in several tables from the side and put together, barely enough to accommodate this small group.

Yarpan happily slapped the table: “Let me just say, the demon hunters are all well-known men!” ”

Zorva looked much more steady: “Hello, Count of Sintra, I am Zoltan Ziva. Formerly a Mahakan soldier, now a businessman. ”

Zorva pointed at the excited Alpan again: “This is Yarpan Zigrin, you may have heard his name, he and his partners formed a mercenary group, he should have some fame.” ”

“Of course, the famous Yalpan, I heard your story in poetry, you once hunted a green dragon.” Rann toasted, “Nice to meet you, I’m Len Lannister Reanlun, Count of Sintra.” ”

“I’ve heard of you too!” When Yarpan heard the name, he slammed the table with his wine glass, “I’ve heard your poems too, and now what do you call that…’Lion’, right?” I’ve heard rumors that the White Wolf is also on your side! ”

“Yes.” Lane nodded, “Geralt is a very good friend of mine, and he is also a very powerful warrior. ”

“That’s right, that’s right!” Alpin shouted happily, and he was even more excited than the one who was praised to hear others admit the warrior he valued, “Geralt of Livia, he can hold a sword and hold eight people alone!” ”

Rann knew that the dragon slayer squad led by Alpin had attempted to hunt the second dragon in the squad’s history, and in the process met Geralt and Yennefer. Although they ultimately failed to kill the second dragon to add new glory to their legend, they were lucky enough to make friends worth making.

House seemed to dislike the way dwarves jumped up and down in front of his own Lord Count, Levine’s face was expressionless, but Mirva was curious about this group of subhuman races that he had never seen before.

The atmosphere in the tavern gradually warmed up, and people watched curiously at this strange combination of tables, and there were local soldiers quietly leaving the hotel, as if to report the traces of this cavalry team, and after a while returned relaxed to continue drinking, shaking their heads with their stalking companions to signal that they did not care.

But this happy and relaxed atmosphere did not last long.

The door of the hotel was jerked open by a man who ran in sweaty, attracting the attention of everyone present:

“That demon hunter who came to the White Orchard a few days ago has been arrested!”